#RockingMotherhood Challenge

Right now you’re probably thinking, “What kind of awful person writes a post about how she’s rocking the mom thing two days before Father’s Day? Thunder thief!” Well, no, you probably aren’t thinking that at all (unless your name is Monica Geller), but I needed to start this post off with something, and that works well enough.

So, now that the awkward opening paragraph is out of the way, I’d like to say thanks to Crystal who blogs at The Messy Truth of Mommyhood for including me in the #RockingMotherhood Challenge! Her blog is nothing short of awesome, and I encourage you to check it out.

The goal of this challenge is to list ten ways that you rock at motherhood, which is easier said than done, so you’ll get a mix of seriousness and silliness. Here goes…

I’ve got mad monster detecting skills. When Little Man was younger, he went through that phase of being scared of monsters being in his closet. We’re Lord of the Rings fans, so to allay his concerns, I got out my Sting replica sword. If you’re not a LOTR person, know that Sting was the sword (well, dagger, technically) that Frodo carried. Whenever orcs (big baddies) were nearby, the sword glowed blue to warn Frodo. I walked around Little Man’s bedroom and showed him that since my sword wasn’t glowing, there weren’t any monsters. It worked.

The kids are fed every day. Do I make cutesy foods? No — I’m pretty sure that I’d fail so badly that it’d make them less likely to eat their food. Do I burn the shit out of food? Sometimes — there was the flaming donuts incident. My food might not be artistic or non-scorched or exceptionally nutritious, but they do have full bellies — despite their claims of starvation directly before bedtime.

My kisses have healing powers. It doesn’t matter how bad the fall is, a kiss from their mommy makes everything better. Little Man might be getting older, but even he still finds comfort in a little peck on a banged up arm.

I can withstand certain methods of torture. Sleep deprivation. Eating at McDonald’s. Being forced to listen to the same song thousands of time. This is not an exaggeration — Baby Girl had had two “nighttime songs” for the past almost three years that help her go to sleep. One of those songs has been on repeat for most of the past two years for at least 20 minutes per night.

I teach them. I worked as an English teacher for one year before having Little Man. I used to say that I wouldn’t go back to teaching, but the joke’s on me — I never truly left. I teach kids every single day. Sure, that’s my job as a parent, but it’s one that I definitely rock. There are some things I wish I wouldn’t have taught them (like how to burp the alphabet), but as long as I can teach them self-love, it’ll more than even out.

My ninja skills are off the charts. So, I might not have the best sense of balance or be able to use nunchucks without hitting myself in the face (FYI — toy nunchucks hurt worse than toy swords), but I can totally dodge some puke. And even if I do catch some spatter, I’m usually quick enough to grab a towel or bucket or shift the kid away from me so that they aren’t going total Exorcist girl on me.

We laugh a lot in our household. Little Man once told me that while I’m not as funny as Dory in Finding Nemo, that I’m hilarious. Thanks, I guess? (No really, thanks — Almost Dory Funny is pretty damn good.) Laughing and cutting up is the norm for us, but let me tell you, being able to make your kids laugh is a great weapon to have in your parenting arsenal. Many meltdowns have happened in our home, but many meltdowns have always been avoided thanks to my goofy faces.

Yeah, Disney ain’t calling me anytime soon.

I encourage them to be creative. Sometimes that backfires a bit when Little Man comes home talking about using stuff on the playground to try to make weapons, but creativity is definitely valued in our home.

I have two little stalkers. This one is my husband’s. I asked him for some input, and after saying a few sweet things, he mentioned this one. “Surely that has to count for rocking motherhood,” he told me. Despite all the things I feel that I do wrong every day, I still have two little shadows who want to hang out with me in the bathroom after Taco Bell wreaks havoc on my intestines. That tells me I’m doing something right.

My kids are very compassionate. There’s no joke tied to this one. Teaching our kids to be compassionate to others is one of the most important things we can do as parents, and my kids regularly show compassion to others. This one isn’t so much #RockingMotherhood as it is #RockingParenthood.

Bonus:

The kids have great taste in music. My children have each had a Hanson song that had to be on repeat in the car this week. As a Hanson fan who won’t call herself a Fanson, but does have a Hanson Fan Club membership card in her desk drawer, this makes me happy. I’m pretty sure their dad wouldn’t say I’m rocking motherhood for this one. (For the record, they also like The Beatles, Radiohead, Weezer, and much more.)

Again, thanks to Crystal for including me on this challenge. I hope some of you other mom will participate and that some of you dads who are clearly rocking fatherhood will write the ways you’re #RockingFatherhood, especially with Father’s Day around the corner.

Share the dork!

Like this:

LikeLoading...

Author: Erika

I’m a SAHM to two kids. When I’m not doing all the typical mom things (diapers, soccer, etc.), I like writing, reading, and playing games. Clearly I live the life of a rock star.
View all posts by Erika

65 thoughts on “#RockingMotherhood Challenge”

woooooo woooo wooooo! Hold up!
Just when I was beginning to think we could be soul mates, I too enjoy a good friends reference, well I speak more in Friends tongue than actual English, you go and say…I’m not sure I can repeat it….eating at…Mcds….is TORTURE?!?! What in the name of evil does that mean?!? Get away!

Yes! I get so jealous of people who can pull that off. I wouldn’t have the patience every day (hell, most days, I’m lazy), but it’d be nice to do something cute once in a while instead of my boring PB&J triangles. As long as they eat it, right?

Hey! I’m fairly new to your blog but I love it! For that I would like to nominate you for “The Mystery Blogger Award” If this isn’t your sort of thing, that’s fine. I would just like to pass on the recognition! 😀 😀

^^ Yeah, I think that would make a mad awesome doodle! How are you at doodling flames? Better than doodling fish?! JK – looked like Dory to me.
This was SO WELL DONE! Yes, you are rocking motherhood, for sure, and dorkhood. Two points! Best line was that despite any foul-ups, you have two stalkers. I love this! Yeah! I agree. Even if I say the wrong thing during the day, my kids still want to hang out 2″ from me at all times. ❤

Have you heard of Monster Spray? It is an actual packaged and bottle item that you can buy, and apparently it works (for the children I mean). If I was to take and wrap my list, which would be similar to yours, into one mess truth it would go something like this: Today was a success, we all lived through the day! Great post.

I loooooove u my dearest Erika!!!. 💞. Mamas Rock . I like to think of myself as a Ninja mama; I can do anything for my munchkins in my sleep 😂😂😂😂. Maybe not😂😂. I love sleep but boy, oh boy my kids know how to robbot me into doing for them at 6am??.Hugs my dear 💝